It's time to grow up Peter Pan

During the last summer my mom and stepdad completed a total remodel of their house. In the process, my mother has been periodically bringing random boxes of my old memorabilia over to my house. Apparently she has better use for her storage space than my old junior high yearbooks or 1985 Holiday Barbie, who knew? I have been dreading this for a long time. Number one, I have no where to put all this stuff, but more importantly, it's kind of one of those signs that you really aren't a kid anymore. I mean, I figured as much. I have a baby of my own, along with a husband, a dog and a mortgage. But still, there's just something about my mom's house that will always have me calling it "home". I will admit, though, that it has been fun going through my old boxes of stuff. A list of my favorite long lost "finds"
1. My nametag from Target (I used to answer the phone there and I loved it!)
2. The veil from my 1st Communion that my grandmother made for me.
3. A scrapbook that my sister made for me one summer when I was gone for a couple weeks at my Grandma's house.
4. A strip of pictures that my sister and I took together in one of those cheesy photo booths.
I hadn't thought about any of these items for years, but it was like I hadn't even been away from them when I picked them up. I recognized everything immediately. The pictures of my sister and I were particularly heart warming to me. I remember the exact day and where we took the pictures. It was the summer of 1993 and we brought my sister to Iowa City for her first semester of college and we were at the mall. This was during a time when my sister still didn't want to admit that we were related, so I was thrilled when she agreed to actually be photographed with me. We tore the strip in half when we were done and each kept half. Although it's hard to be reminded that just like everyone else I, too, am getting older, it really is fun to be taken back every once in a while.

My failure as a Godparent....

This morning my sister had some interesting news for me about my nephew, Will. Apparently he asked her last night if he could look through a toy catalog to pick out all the things he wants for SANTA'S BIRTHDAY. If my memory serves me correctly, I think that holiday falls somewhere around Jesus' birthday and New Year's Day. I would have to check with Will for the exact date. It is yet another example of my failure as a Godmother. Last year, Mike and I bought him a Noah's ark "Little People" set. He thought it was Santa. On a boat. With a zoo. What a poor confused little being. He's getting a Bible for Christmas. And we're going to church everyday.